Talk:Wreck of the Clawkeel/@comment-25220117-20110809180003

Riftrun wipes away the sweat collecting on his brow, before looking over the obviously very bad situation...One of the masts had...Looking lightly on it, let's say it's...Splintered...The oaken wood had almost snapped as the ship had stopped abruptly, after the keel had sit something...Perhaps a reef...And the fox had luckily been there at the moment, saw the horrible consequences if the mast might suddenly topple over, and was now stacking crate over crate, and barrel over barrel on top of each other against the large scar now left upon the mast, and hopefully holding the mast together until the carpenter could look it over...After a long stare at the frighteningly unstable looking mast, the fox returned to piling objects around it